Sasuke in Another Dimension

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(A/N: Hey there, it's been fuckin ages! I've been toying with the idea of starting a rewrite, but I must admit, my lazy side tends to get the best of me sometimes. Anyways, there won't be any romance in this story like the others think, just to set the record straight. Now, I'm curious, are you still interested in this fanfic?)

Sasuke strode across the desolate gray terrain, the dark sky devoid of any light. As he sheathed his sword, the sound resonated through the air, and he muttered to himself, "It's been three months, if I recall correctly." He continued his march, his path strewn with the lifeless bodies of the monsters he had vanquished.

"I must admit, this Sword and Cloak are quite impressive."

Sasuke remarked about the black leather cloak draping his form and the sword crafted from the fangs of the fearsome Kamish Dragon.

Three months had passed since he had ventured into the dimensional rift. He hadn't wasted any time once his new sword had been completed, nor had he bothered with farewells, as his connections weren't particularly close.

Nevertheless, he prayed for their normal life, far away from the chaos of endless battlefields.

"Sung-ssi, I can send you home whenever you're ready. Why stay?" (Speaking Korean)

Sasuke asked the long-haired, sturdy man at his side, his gaze fixed ahead.

"I can't leave until the Rulers issue their orders."

"I see."

Sasuke didn't pry further. He had little interest in delving into someone else's motivations.

What mattered most now was tracking down and eliminating all the Monarchs. The challenge lay in the vastness of this place and their adeptness at concealment.

Suddenly, specks of light materialized in the sky, descending like divine emissaries. Sasuke and Sung Il-Hwan halted in their tracks, observing as soldiers of the Rulers landed before them.

[I greet you, Master Sasuke.]

The most formidable figure, bowing respectfully, offered his salutations to Sasuke.

This wasn't the first time for Sasuke.

Ever since he had arrived in the dimensional rift, these figures had converged before him, almost as if they had been awaiting his presence.

He hadn't dwelled on why they hadn't greeted Sung Il-Hwan, but their visit indicated that they had something important to convey—something that the Fragment of Light vessel, Sung Il-Hwan, couldn't represent.

"What is it?"

[We have discovered the whereabouts of the Monarch of the White Flame,]

"Tell me more."

After a brief exchange, Sasuke obtained a rough outline of Demon King Baran's location. It appeared that even the Rulers struggled to gather information, despite their presumed power.

[Before you depart, this ring can store items and serve as a translator,]

The Fragment of Light-bearer explained, displaying a silver ring. He commanded it mentally, producing a healing potion, a mana filler potion, and a considerable mound of gold coins. Yet, Sasuke's focus remained fixed on the intriguing potion.

"What's this?"

[It's the Holy Water of Life. Drinking the entire bottle can cure any ailment,' he revealed.

Given the scarcity compared to the healing potions, Sasuke surmised its rarity. He nodded, gratefully accepting everything stored within the silver ring.